Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Crime,
Deakin,
June of 44,
The Saints,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.